Author's Notes: Today's chapter is per request from my good pal, Tatyana Witwicky, whom blackmailed me- I mean, wishes for Devastator to interact with the girl herself and the two kids of hers, Sparrow and Techno. Hooray! :D

Enjoy this chapter, viewers :D

Diego Garcia was renowned for three things, according to the Master, Optimus Prime. Devastator is highly aware of the first gift to the island; It's natural serene beauty, with clear skies, blue seas, sandy beaches and bright forests. Devastator is quite fond of the occasional tropical storms that frequent the island, impressed by Nature's power as it were. Which leads to the second thing Diego Garcia is known for; It's security. No storm has breached NEST, no Decepticons succeeded at defeating the island stronghold and nothing got past the might of Devastator!

But, natural beauty and island strength aside, there was the third thing this place, the headquarters of NEST, was very much renowned for:

The unspeakably odd antics of the young Prime Hybrid, the daughter of Optimus himself, Tatyana Witwicky (or Prime. Devastator does not care much for the other surname)

Why, just this morning, was Devastator treated to the optic-ridge raising sight of the silver blade, Sideswipe, running around, screaming at the top of his lungs, metaphorically, his once pristine silver bodywork now littered with pink and purple sparkles, which the Internet designates as glitter. And of course, young Tatyana, or Tai, as others knew her as, was the one to perform this 'prank' an act against someone else for the sake of humour.

This is not the only example of the 'randomness' that the young Prime daughter had displayed. From forcing Ex-Decepticon Barricade to listen to Japanese pop songs and the supposedly infamous 'Caramelldansen' (A secret habit of Ratchet's, oddly enough) to putting stickers stating: 'Zombies eat brains. If that is true, then I am safe' on the black cannon, Ironhide, and even performing upon Sam Witwicky the human act designated as 'wedgie'

Sigh. To think that such a fun-loving and carefree creature is the Prime's daughter. Certainly, she can be serious when the situation requires it, but Devastator cannot help but flinch at the idea of ending up as her servant if the Prime stood down from his title. It would be assumedly hilarious, but flinch-worthy nonetheless. Devastator wished she were more like him; Serious, more obedient and far more tactical in defending the island. Sometimes, it astounded him how Jazz, the Apprentice of the Prime himself, chose that young girl over another femme, like Chromia or Arcee. His choice, sure, but... but...

But she has her worth, definitely. A brilliant intelligence agent for NEST, relaxed and competent even in battle, and able to better speak with humans, due to her hybrid nature. Admittedly, despite what he may doubt about her, the combiner knows that the girl could certainly step up as a great Prime in her own right, despite being half-human and... random. Devastator can respect her.

Sure, she can do good, Devastator decides, and certainly so at raising young ones, as the girl's two sparklings prove.

Young Sparrow is not of Prime descent, merely adopted by the Hybrid after the infamous battle of Mission City, the site of the Allspark's death, a small femme with the alternate form of a human entertainment device regarded as the Xbox 360. He rarely sees her, and he has never seen the other child, the son of Tai and Jazz, a young mech named Techno. He has heard of them from the cheerful techorganic, but only in passing has he seen the young femme, whom never noticed him. Techno is only a mere developing signature that the combiner hasn't seen in person, as aforementioned.

One day, though, that changed, starting with a conversation between Tatyana Witwicky and her father, the great Optimus Prime, as they walked along one of the runways (No planes, thankfully), on the route of Devastator's patrol. Currently, the duo's conversation was like this:

"Dad, I dunno." Tai murmured warily, holding Sparrow and Techno in her arms protectively, the sparklings chirping cheerfully, ignorant of what the elders were speaking of. "Introducing Sparrow and Techno to Devastator? I like the big guy and all, and I trust your judgement and all, but after what happened to Bumblebee, I don't think that-"

"Calm down, Tatyana." Optimus replied regally, blue optics flashing in the sunlight. "Devastator is aware that Sparrow and Techno are not the enemy. They are young and small, no threat at all, especially not to him. Besides, it is Cybertronian Law: No sparklings may be harmed, and not even Devastator would breach that law."

Tai flinched at that, but she nevertheless nodded and, reluctantly, set Sparrow and Techno down on the ground gently, the former giggling and the latter sitting on the ground and staring at nothing, before the techorganic cooed: "Hey, Sparrow? Techno? Granddad is gonna show you a new friend! A very big friend, admittedly, but a friend nonetheless. He's not gonna hurt you, alright?"

Sparrow nodded and chirped in agreement, Techno merely squeaking slightly, just as the tell-tale rumbling of the ground happened. Rumble after rumble, a sure sign of something big, Sparrow chirped excitedly at the small quakes, skipping over to Optimus, Techno merely ignoring the shaking of the ground, when suddenly, the most massive thing either of the little ones had ever seen appeared from behind a hangar. Sparrow gazed in complete and utter shock (Techno staring at nothing) as the largest and biggest ever moved over to the quartet, with huge yellow arms that ended in thick claws, and a big red body brimming with might, and thick legs that shook the ground with each step and a massive armoured head complete with savage jaws that could bite Uncle 'Cade in half.

And the huge monster, it's attention first directed at Granddad Prime, then stared at her and her sibling with sharp green optics, exactly the same colour as her own optics.

And Sparrow squealed with amazement, causing Techno, Tai and even the massive thing to flinch slightly at the noise, before the sparkling started yelping excitedly: "Mama! Mama! Look! the big thingy has green optics like Sparrow!"

Not the sight Devastator had expected to see on his morning patrol, this tiny little thing squealing loudly enough to hiss at his audio sensors, which already suffered form the everlasting agony that cursed his body. However, he regained his wit and moved his head down to scan the two little things before him. Scanners confirmed both beings as sparklings, one of which being the Xbox femme named Sparrow, adopted daughter of the Prime Hybrid and the apprentice, and the other giving off that iconic Prime signature. The combiner deduces that the second one, the mech, is young Techno, birth-child of the Apprentice and his mate, and third-in-line to the Prime Heritage.

The femme seemed excited over the similarity of colours between their optics for some odd reason, despite the fact that his optics are three shades darker then hers. In her defence, though, he doubts her scanners are advanced enough to pick that up just yet. The other sparkling has the classic blue optics of an Autobot, and Devastator rumbles softly as he leans in for a closer look at these two tiny things, barely smaller then his optics.

Young Tatyana seemed slightly worried, but that is understandable. Devastator is, after all, far larger then her, and her children, and the Prime. Larger then all the Autobots put together, in fact. But the Prime is a reassuring beacon, and the girl states cheerfully: "Devastator, may I formerly introduce you to Sparrow and Techno, my most adorable little children!"

Devastator rumbles in response, earning awed squeaks from the little sparklings, and he leans in still closer, almost to the point that his jaws could touch them. Amazing, the lack of fear they show in face of him, much like that young Annabelle. They simply do not comprehend the utter threat he could pose to them if he wished. But that was of no matter; He is in the presence of the Prime sparkling, the grandson of Optimus Prime, so to speak, and thus, he is respectful, inclining his head to the little one. For courtesy's sake, he inclines his head to Sparrow as well. Starscream once told him that if you were going to bow to someone, might as well bow to everyone. Basically, just be polite and keep your head down.

Nevertheless, Sparrow giggled and moved forward, reaching up with little arms to pet at Devastator's chin. The combiner remains still, dimming his optics slightly at the nice touch of the little one. Her touch speaks of confidence and trust, and he is admittedly touched by the sparkling already appreciating him. He has had very, very little contact with sparklings, despite his long lifetime, and he is happy that the children of the Prime Hybrid-

Of course; He still needed Techno's approval first. The friendship of the third-in-line to the Prime Heritage is, not to offend, worth far more then the friendship of an adopted Xbox. Sparrow is still nice, though. He can like her.

So, the huge combiner tilted his head slightly closer to Techno, whom stared at him with wide optics, before the little one giggled and started petting at his armour as well. Optimus and Tatyana approve; Devastator can sense their cheerfulness in the sparklings liking of the colossus.

"Well, Devastator; What do you think of the little ones?" The Master's voice resounds in his head, and Devastator basks in his Master's calm happiness for a few seconds before answering:

'They are acceptable, my Master. Worthy of getting to know. I have high confidence in the young Techno growing up to be a worthy Prime. Perhaps I may train him in the ancient ways of the Prime Dynasty, my Master?'

The great Prime chuckles: "Perhaps, Devastator. And Sparrow?"

'She is friendly, and some may say 'cute'. I personally find her to be a charming individual, though with less importance then-'

The Master suddenly turns stern, and the combiner flinches as the Prime rebukes that statement: "Just because Sparrow is not of Prime Lineage does not make her less important to us. You'll do well to remember this fact, Devastator; No-one has to be a Prime to be respected equally."

'I apologise, Master... But, nevertheless, she is not of true spark-forged bond to the Apprentice-'

"Devastator, she is as much a part of this family as I am. We love her, regardless of parentage, and you should not put her down because of that fact."

'I apologise, Master.'

The Prime's word is law.

Optimus nods, peaceful again now that Devastator is humbled by his declaration, and the combiner leans back towards Sparrow, growling softly in apology for demoting her simply because she was not a true daughter of the Hybrid, as Tai looks from Optimus to Devastator, annoyed by their silent communication. She hasn't fully mastered linking to the combiner yet, most likely due to being... distracted, occasionally, with her pranks on the others.

Devastator suddenly freezes when he feels the little hands of Sparrow dig into his armour, and the young sparkling starts to climb up his face, giggling away. Did she believe that he was a toy of some kind? Did she not realise that he was Devastator, super-weapon of the Cybertronians and servant of the Primes, and not a 'climbing frame?'

Tai snorts with laughter and even the Prime chuckled softly as Sparrow tenaciously scampered over the crimson metal of Devastator's face. The colossus is reminded of that fool Twin performing such an act, but remembers that it is only a sparkling and quickly deletes his decision to shake her off his face, deciding to patiently wait until her 'mother' recalled the little one, being sure to shutter his optics to prevent little hands getting into the wiring; Sure, his optics are as armoured as the rest of him, but it never hurt to be safe, not sorry.

The little one finally clambers upon the top of his cranium, holding onto the protruding metal for support, as she squeals: "Mama! Techno! Sparrow real high!"

"Yeah, you are!" The girl replied, laughing, and Devastator hasn't a clue why someone would laugh at their child upon the head of a dangerous monster like him.

Then again, logic doesn't seem to apply on this planet.

The little femme giggled, patting Devastator's head as he rumbled softly, and squeaked: "Big guy has kitty ears!"

"He does indeed." Optimus Prime chuckles, as Tai and Techno giggle at the laughing Xbox 360 upon Devastator's head, and the titan narrows his optics slightly, and he grumbles:

'I look nothing like the spawn of a feline.'

"Indulge them, Devastator. They are young, and believe in fun and laughter." The Prime replies, humour in his tone. "Just relax and enjoy their company."

'I obey.'

With that said, Devastator lies down upon the ground, curling up his arms and legs to rest comfortably upon the ground, ignoring the ever constant pain of his. Never mind.

He has to admit, it was oddly nice to have the little sparklings here before him. They show him hope for the survival of Cybertronian kind, showing the Universe that they will survive by producing these two small beings. Devastator hopes that perhaps Tai, and the Triplets, will continue to spawn more younglings, which may mate with each other and build up the Autobot forces and the species as a whole. But of course, petty emotions seem to be in the way, as the Triplets seem to want a designated mate before having young. Why would they slow down the process with mere choice? It makes no sense to Devastator. Surely, the production of young ones would be of the highest priority, second only to guarding Diego Garcia.

Oh well, it will come in due time, hopefully.

Devastator sighs softly, his optic registering the little Sparrow peering into it, the sparkling giggling away for some inexplicable reason. Devastator merely shutters his optics once, in a 'blink' gesture, before rumbling softly.

Despite everything, the combiner figures that at least the sparklings are cute.

Not that he'd ever mention it to anyone other then the Prime, of course.

Author's Notes: Aw, Devastator's lightened up some, but he's still as blunt and logical as ever. Silly combiner, femmes don't want to serve as mere spawn points; They have lives of their own to live. Who's willing to bet if Devastator will ever change his views from annoyance at people's choices for themselves to understanding the right to chose?

But hey, at least he likes the kids. That's a start, right? Maybe there is hope for the big guy :D

Another note, it seemed quite a few people were disturbed by Devastator's "Serve or be Killed" mantra, but let's face it, Devastator is NOT some happy Autobot who'll love you and all that crap, or some repentant 'Con who wants to change. He's an entity that believes solely in the Prime, and thinks nothing of free will and such. After all, remember what happened to Bumblebee? The poor guy only brought his friends with him, yet the combiner went ballistic.

Put simply, all you lot, if you're thinking of trying to teach Devastator to change his tone anytime soon, you're gonna need a heck of a lot of patience. And life insurance.